If I continued grinding, the situation could get worse, but If I stopped, we could continue our passionate make out with no problem. But once he moved...his hands from my cheeks to massage my back, I couldn't stop myself. His shaft felt so good against me, and I grinded even harder now that he let go. The harder he rocked back into me, the more I moaned into his mouth, he kissed me everywhere. On my cheek, my forehead, my neck, and my collarbones. Something my husband never did. Colt: I ran my. “Then you must be on birth control.”“I am.”“You never clarified, so I wasn’t sure.”“You came inside me even though you weren’t sure?”“Nothing would please me more than tying you down with my baby.”“Wes.”“I’m kidding,” he said, laughing. “I figured you were on the pill.”“You’re not funny.”“That’s what you keep telling me,” he said, grinning. “So, do you ever want kids?”“No, never,” I said, sudden fear washing over me. I’d been hoping to put off this conversation for as long as possible. This. He’ll reach with both hands and cradle my face, the pungent smell of onion and bell pepper clinging to his fingers. He’ll press his thumbs against my lips and into my mouth, giving me a taste. I’ll gaze into his eyes while I suck, first the tip of one thumb, and then the other. His eyes will get dreamy and the blue of them will shine. He’ll lean in close and nip at my lips, guppy-like, then move upward along the lines of my nose, across my eyelids, and back to my lips. Breathing and nipping.. . a.. um gay." "No problem dude. Not many people know right off the bat. I don't make an announcement of it, but I don't hide it either. You have any questions?" I asked with a chuckle. "Yeah. What is this thing?" He had walked over to a seat that looked like a potty chair for adults. "Ahhhh. That is my favorite. Someone sits in that, naked of course, and you just lie under it and you can lick their ass with no problems. It's called a rimming chair." "You actually do.